The Child Medium of Fu Luan

The Daoist furnace was deep and secluded, with wisps of incense smoke curling upwards.

Curled up in the corner, licking his wounds, the Qian family child was already terrified of Mo Chuan.

Seeing Mo Chuan suddenly appear at the Sacrificial Dao Furnace, he shivered in fear and quickly lowered his head, daring not to look directly at him.

Mo Chuan felt a pang of guilt seeing the child's fearful expression.

Although this child's ghostly aura was condensed and terrifying, there was no smell of blood, clearly indicating he had never harmed anyone.

His methods of discipline had been somewhat excessive.

Especially the reduction of his cultivation base, which among cultivators, was almost equivalent to the hatred of having one's wife stolen and father murdered!

And the reason he did this, while ostensibly for the child, was more out of personal selfishness.

With this thought, he reached out and rubbed the child's head, but was met with even more fearful trembling.

"Have you been visited by an old woman recently?" Mo Chuan asked.

"Yes, yes, sir."

"What did she say to you? What did she do?" Mo Chuan tried to keep his language simple and easy to understand.

"Grandma said she'd find me a wife to play with."

"And then?"

"Then... Grandma played with me for a while and left."

Mo Chuan was silent for a moment, then asked:

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

The child pouted and said nothing.

"You were wrong to pester passersby!"

"Even more wrong to be unable to distinguish between good and evil, to collude with a thousand-year flying zombie, and disregard human life! Do you know that woman was a servant of the thousand-year flying zombie, specializing in murder and arson?"

Mo Chuan reprimanded him sternly.

As his voice faded, the child looked at him blankly.

Many years later, when he recalled this memory, he could no longer remember the details of what his teacher had said.

He only felt that his teacher's tone at the time was terrifyingly severe.

It seemed he had done something heinous.

In fact, whenever he had evil thoughts, the first thing he remembered was his teacher's inexplicably stern reprimand.

At this moment, the child looked bewildered.

The Lampwick Monk, hiding in the teapot, heard this and was so shocked he clicked his tongue.

Good heavens, no wonder that old Daoist wanted to cripple this troublesome demon child's cultivation, it turns out he was colluding with a thousand-year flying zombie.

Fortunately, this old monk was clever back then. Otherwise, with that old Daoist's attitude of not even putting a thousand-year flying zombie in his sights, this insignificant lampwick spirit of mine, let alone its cultivation, would have its life stripped away!

How could it have this comfortable life now?

One's situation is understood through comparison.

Looking at the miserable state of the troublesome demon child, the Lampwick Monk felt incredibly pleased!

"Sigh!"

Mo Chuan suddenly let out a soft sigh.

"Saying you pestered passersby was just a child's nature."

"Saying you colluded with a thousand-year flying zombie is somewhat unfair. You were ignorant and naive, and ultimately, you were just deceived by someone!"

"You are not wrong. You are wrong to be born a ghost, especially a fierce ghost nurtured in a place of great malevolence."

Mo Chuan spoke words that were utterly contradictory.

The child looked up at Mo Chuan blankly. Children are very sensitive to adults' emotional changes, and he vaguely felt that his teacher was not as scary anymore.

"The reduction of your cultivation base, while called a punishment, was actually for my own selfish reasons. You are still young, and telling you would only cause more trouble. If you feel wronged in the future, you can seek me out for clarification."

"I hope you will engrave today's punishment in your heart and manifest it in your actions, so as not to betray the cultivation of heaven and earth!"

After speaking, Mo Chuan's figure quietly faded away, leaving the Sacrificial Dao Furnace.

After a long while, the teapot lid popped open, and a bare little head emerged.

The Lampwick Monk thought for a moment, jumped out of the teapot, and floated to the troublesome demon child's side, saying:

"Little one, don't be afraid. The immortal master has a sharp tongue but a kind heart. See this incense smoke here? After inhaling and exhaling it, you can increase your cultivation. You've only dropped to the Jiazi realm, not lost all your cultivation. If you absorb and exhale for a while, you'll naturally recover your cultivation."

The Qian family child was terrified of Mo Chuan, but he felt no fear towards this little monk.

He glanced around when he heard this. Seeing that the terrifying teacher was gone, he regained some spirit and asked curiously, "Little monk, what is cultivation?"

The Lampwick Monk: "..."

Damn it, why did I even bother? I actually pitied you? You don't even know what cultivation is, yet you have Jiazi level cultivation. How can I possibly live with myself?

After leaving the Sacrificial Dao Furnace, Mo Chuan pondered for a moment before turning his attention to Fu Luan Temple.

Fu Luan Temple, after half a month, had a completely new look.

The temple was still the same temple.

But upon closer inspection, it was vastly different.

The plaque of Fu Luan Temple was gilded;

The mottled, peeling walls had been freshly repainted;

The overgrown courtyard was now adorned with rockeries and plants.

On the quiet mountain path, devout believers could be seen arriving from all directions, sincerely offering incense and praying for blessings.

The entire temple exuded an aura of prosperity.

"The ten directions of the Heavens, their numbers like grains of sand, manifest in the ten directions, universally saving all beings. By channeling Qi and gathering merit, with one voice, they save sinners. Sinners are truly pitiable, I now recite the wondrous sutras..."

The sound of chanting sutras drifted from a newly renovated side hall.

It turned out that the old Daoist priest of Fu Luan had taken in several more disciples, mostly from poor families struggling to make ends meet. They came to be half-disciples and half-servants, seeking a meal and a place to stay.

And they followed Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy, also known as Ling Xiaozi, in their cultivation.

Of course, this "cultivation" was essentially learning to recognize scriptures and characters, completing the literacy work first.

"Senior Disciple Brother..."

A voice filled with extreme astonishment caught Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy's attention.

Following the sound, he saw a young junior disciple looking at him with great surprise. "Senior Disciple Brother, quickly look at the incense..."

Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy turned his head and was shocked.

He saw that the three sticks of incense offered beneath the ancestral tablet of You Xuzi had coalesced into a single stream, flowing down and spiraling upwards around his body.

This scene, completely unlike the ordinary, caused his expression to change slightly. He quickly said, "Ning Xin, go quickly and invite Master!"

"Yes, Senior Disciple Brother!" The oldest child responded, got up, and dashed out of the hall.

Not long after, the old Daoist priest of Fu Luan arrived, panting.

At this moment, the incense smoke still lingered, unscattered, like a tired bird returning to its nest, coiling around Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy.

"The incense is unusual; I fear the Ancestor is summoning him!"

Upon seeing the situation, the old Daoist priest of Fu Luan's expression changed drastically. He quickly dismissed the other disciples, leaving only Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy.

"Xuan Yun, you are the most favored by the Grand Ancestor. Go and ask if the Grand Ancestor has any decrees to bestow?"

"Yes! Master!"

Hearing this, Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy quickly recited a spell, performing the spirit mediumship technique of a Ghost Immortal.

"The incense's fragrance sinks and rises with heaven and earth, burning clear incense to pierce the heavenly gate... Summon the spirit medium to speak, guiding disciples to slay ghosts and gods!"

As he reached the end, Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy's eyes blinked open and shut, his demeanor completely transformed!

"Disciple Chang Qing greets the Ancestor!"

Seeing this, the old Daoist priest of Fu Luan knew that the Grand Ancestor had descended. He quickly bowed in greeting.

"You may rise!"

Mo Chuan waved his hand, feeling quite peculiar and gaining some insight.

Unlike before, when he had directly descended as a soul, this time he had a physical body. He hadn't expected that under the spirit mediumship technique of a Ghost Immortal, he could still manifest an Emerging Yin Spirit.

Fu Luan Temple was indeed capable of establishing a temple and founding a sect; they had their skills.

While marveling, Mo Chuan waved his hand, and the Sacrificial Dao Furnace suddenly spat out the Qian family child, who had been absorbing the incense smoke.

Upon seeing Xuan Yun the Daoist Boy, the Qian family child trembled again—in his eyes, although Mo Chuan's appearance had changed, his soul's aura could not be hidden from him, a Jiazi fierce ghost.

He recognized the true person at a glance!

Little did he know, when the old Daoist priest of Fu Luan saw him, he also trembled all over!

A, a Jiazi great demon?